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I remember the first time I came to America; I was 10 years old. Everything was exciting! From getting into an airplane, to viewing magnificent, huge buildings from a bird’s eye view in the plane. It was truly memorable. After staying few days at my mother’s house, my father and I wanted to see what Dallas looks like. But because my mother was working the whole day, it wasn’t convenient for her to show us the area except only on Sundays. Finally, we went out to the nearby mall with my mother. My father and I were astonished after looking at a variety of stores. But after looking at different stores, we were finally tired and hungry, so we went into McDonald’s. Not being familiar with fast food restaurants, we were curious to try American …show more content…
It was our turn to order. We looked at the big overhead menu. The menu was overwhelming and hard to read, plus my family barely spoke English and had an accent. Not knowing what to order, I saw my mother feeling confused; there were many foods that was listed on the menu, and my mother didn’t know what they meant. While my mother was trying figure out which one to choose, the waiter started looking impatient and was acting aggressive. And to make things worse, one of the customers that was in the back said, “Hurry up! We are trying to eat.” Then my mom tried to frantically order, but the waiter interrupted my mom before letting her order and said, “I cannot understand what you are saying; please don’t waste the customer’s time.” My mom was speechless. The customers and the waiter were impatient and they were looking at us as if we were not supposed to be there. My mother failed to order and she was feeling embarrassed about it; while we were going out, I saw the employees pointing at us and making fun of our accent. Seeing that upsetting and unfair thing happen to my mom, at 10, I promised myself that I would financially and intellectually provide for my family so that we no longer endure the
The first thing that got my attention in this image was the only person that you can clearly see standing with a suitcase on the floor looking at the train. Living in Florida and have not been in another state or country except for Puerto Rico and Tennessee I have never been in a train station. Looking at this picture I see many people that might be coming in or leaving to take another place to start a new life and that particular person wondering if he is taking the right decision on leaving. I can relate with this image taking the place of that person with the suitcase on his feet. Being in college, I have many opportunities to select from where I want to further education in, but I can not ever decide. The train symbolizes the time that
Stepping out of my first plane ride, I experience an epiphany of new culture, which seems to me as a whole new world. Buzzing around my ears are conversations in an unfamiliar language that intrigues me. It then struck me that after twenty hours of a seemingly perpetual plane ride that I finally arrived in The United States of America, a country full of new opportunities. It was this moment that I realized how diverse and big this world is. This is the story of my new life in America.
The author Gary Shteyngart of “Sixty-Nine Cent” describes himself in a tug of war between the Russian culture of his parents and the American culture in which he wants to be a part of. At the age of seven, Gary Shteyngart and his family immigrated to the United States from Russia. When he was fourteen, his family and other Russian immigrant made a trip to Florida to see Disneyland. He describes “the ride over the MacArthur Causeway to Miami Beach was my real naturalization ceremony”( Shteyngart 103). At that age, he wanted to be like every American born boy, He wanted to eat at McDonald’s, walk the beaches, and speak to the girls, and to enjoy what every boy his age takes for granted. One of his desires was to eat a McDonald’s sixty-nine cent hamburger and drink a Coke. On the way back from Disneyland, he found out this was not going to happen. His parents were given a picnic lunch, packed by the woman who owned the motel, for them to eat instead of spending money at MacDonald’s. As his parents were sitting out “sort boiled eggs wrapped in tinfoil; vinaigrette, the Russian beet salad, overflowing a reused container of sour cream; cold chicken served between crisp white furrows of bulk, (Shteyngart 104)” Shteyngart could not believe that they were doing this to him. Here they were at McDonald’s and he was not going to get a sixty-nine-cent hamburger with a Coke.
I walked around unsteadily all day like a lost baby, far away from its pack. Surrounded by unfamiliar territory and uncomfortable weather, I tried to search for any signs of similarities with my previous country. I roamed around from place to place and moved along with the day, wanting to just get away and go back home. This was my first day in the United States of America.
From a very young age I knew that I was going to move out of my hometown Guadalajara, Jalisco for the rest of my life, after all, my parents had given me a very unique opportunity, a U.S. nationality. My goal was to finish high school in the U.S. and one day enroll in an American college, however, my parents were not willing to let a 17 year old girl move thousand of miles away on her own, with only the support of her older sister, that lived in Washington State. My mother was the one in opposition to this idea the most, every time I mentioned even the smallest comment about me moving away, she would instantly change topics, turn the volume up, or just say she didn’t want to talk about it, I would always insist, until she was willing to hear
“No, I don’t want to go!” I cried. I just got the news that my big brother and I were going back to California. When I was around 4 years old, my family and I moved to California from the Philippines. But after four years living in America, my mother sent my big brother and I back to the Philippines. We lived in the Philippines for at least 3 years since we left California.
Woodrow Wilson once said, "We came to America, either ourselves or in the persons of our ancestors, to better the ideals of men, to make them see finer things than they had seen before, to get rid of the things that divide and to make sure of the things that unite.". This quote means a lot to me because I along with everyone else need to know where our ancient descendants originated from and how far out it extends. We also need to be informed on the geographical background of it all because this is what collaborates our families.
Separated from my mother for eight years. When I moved to America, every day I missed her so much and growing without her was challenging. I know she’s a great mother. She was born in the Philippines in 1971. She graduated from college with a degree in midwifery. My parents had a comfortable life but they wanted some better opportunities for us four kids. So my parents decided to move to the United States.
I was born in Chicago Illinois, but moved to Puerto Rico at a very young age. Having lived my early childhood in Puerto Rico, my Hispanic culture mode me in the person that I am today and how I view the people around me.
To be identified with a particular ethnic group, an individual must share the same language, similar beliefs and behaviors of the group; that can be distinctive from other groups. Being born and grown up in a small town of South Vietnam, the Vietnamese traditional culture has deeply embedded me. It has influenced my thinking; it has shaped my personality, characters, especially my language, whose phonology differs from others. Immigrating to the United States (U.S.) as an adult, I have struggled with the language, the way I pronounce English words as well as others say my name. I have wondered that how I can assimilate my accent to American’s, so I may have more chances to succeed in this new land. However, language is the medium of communication, speaking fluently a foreign language does not mean to melt one’s mother tongue in another’s but to integrate it while maintaining one’s heritage accent because of identity.
When I came to America, I had just finished 5th grade and I barely knew any English. I spend the whole summer practicing english, studying the American fashion, watching movies and traveling to amazing places. Then there was the first day of school in a totally different country. This was just the beginning.
I come from a financially challenged family. Meanwhile, I have observed that those who seem to have quality lives are people who have their own businesses. Thus, I developed an interest in the business field. However, some businesses are not what I expect.
It was about two years ago when I arrived in United States of America, and I still remember the day when I left my native country, Honduras. As I recall, one day previous to my departure, I visited my relatives who live in San Pedro Sula. They were all very happy for me to see me except my grandmother Isabel. She looked sad; even though she tried to smile at all times when I was talking to her, I knew that deep inside of her, her heart was broken because of my departure the next morning. I remember that I even told her, “Grandma, do not worry about me, I’ll be fine. I promise that I will write you letters and send you pictures as much as possible.” Here reply was, “I know sweetie I know you will.” Suddenly after she said that I started to cry. For som...
It was a crisp chilly morning and the sun, oh the warm sun shone through the tree right in my bedroom window like a elegant diamond ring, but the sun couldn’t give any warmth in my situation as cold as it was, and the sky the beautiful sky was as blue as the sea! The oak tree wa so enormous it reached the great high heavens! With no leaves it seemed not
Starting a new life in a different culture is not easy, but instead, it is very hard to overcome some of the challenges that one may encounter. When visitors first arrive to a striving country, like America, they are excited to live the life they have been dreaming about for years. But after a certain amount of time, they start fee...